I may not be his first, his last, or his only. He has cared about someone else before me and possibly will again. But he cares for me now. That’s all that matters. I don’t expect him to be perfect, because I know I’m flawed as well. He may not think about me every second and I may not be the center of his universe. But he gave me a part of him he knows I can break. So, I won’t hurt him. My only promise is that I will make him smile when he makes me happy. Yell when he makes me mad. Miss him when he’s not around. And love him like he will never break my heart.